We also have a reading program for home use that we don't use, we instead make letter books and bind them, we trace letters, we write letters, we learn the sounds and practice our name writing skills; everything else will come later but we must show SOME work in the area.
Mathematics are genuinely loved around here and it is seen as playing which is good. We have a work book which is LOVED, a dot to dot book also loved, plus we count a lot. We all 'play school' together because frankly it's more fun then sending the little guy off to play alone, he enjoys himself right along side of us. (shhh he also gets letters more than his big brother)
We also cook, read lots of fairy tales and act them out, create forts, ski, snow shoe, hike, bike, write to pen pals, work on chores, build, knit, sew, braid, play with friends, tend gardens and practice our house keeping. I never dreamed I would be a home school mom mostly because I figured I would be more detrimental to my son's ultimate success and mental state.
I have my moments of shining awesomeness and my low points of screaming horrible things I would never want my kids to say. I'm not perfect. I use to want to be but it was pointed out to me that wanting to be perfect was a high standard to live up to and would most likely fail anyway. It was so nice to give up the quest for perfect and lead a life of mostly ok.
Today we counted beans and buttons. We are practicing counting to 100 and beyond, so we did that verbally first. Then I poured soybeans in my hand and had us guess how many. Then we counted out the beans using cups to keep groups of 10. We under guessed the soybeans, we had 77. Then each boy made a number 7 out of beans. We repeated this with black beans and buttons. We also compared the size of pile each number of objects made. This was fun, hands on math. Hands, brains, hearts, fingers and smiles were engaged. Shining awesomeness included free of charge!
The traps are set. That leprechaun has been a busy little guy, getting all over the house.
Of course he is COMPLETELY to blame when anything goes missing or is inexplicably broken.
Which can be a blessing or a curse, depends on who, did what, to who's stuff. How is your day going? Did you get pinched?
Peace and Love,